in the world!

Well, said she, you will quite forget my fault about Miss--He stopt her
before she could speak the name, and said, For ever forget it!--And,
Pamela, I'll forgive you too, if you don't again make my displeasure so
light a thing to you, as you did just now.

Said my lady, She did not make your displeasure a light thing to her;
but the heavier it was, the higher compliment she made me, that she
would bear it all, rather than not see you and me reconciled. No matter
for that, said he: It was either an absence of thought, or a slight
by implication, at least, that my niceness could not bear from her
tenderness: For looked it not presuming, that she could stand my
displeasure, or was sure of making her terms when she pleased? Which,
fond as I am of her, I assure her, will not be always, in wilful faults,
in her power.

Nay, said my lady, I can tell you, Pamela, you have a gentleman here
in my brother; and you may expect such treatment from him, as that
character, and his known good sense and breeding, will always oblige him
to shew: But if you offend, the Lord have mercy upon you!--You see how
it is by poor me!--And yet I never knew him to forgive so soon.

I am sure, said I, I will take care as much as I can; for I have been
frightened out of my wits, and had offended, before I knew where I was.

So happily did this storm blow over; and my lady was quite subdued and
pacified.

When we came out of the garden, his chariot was ready; and he said,
Well, sister, I had most assuredly gone away towards my other house, if
things had not taken this happy turn; and, if you please, instead of
it, you and I will take an airing: And pray, my dear, said he to me, bid
Mrs. Jewkes order supper by eight o'clock, and we shall then join you.

Sir, added he, to her nephew, will you take your horse and escort us? I
will, said he: and am glad, at my soul, to see you all so good friends.

So my dear lord and master handed my lady into his chariot, and her
kinsman and his servants rode after them and I went up to my closet to
ruminate on these things. And, foolish thing that I am, this poor Miss
Sally Godfrey runs into my head!--How soon the name and quality of a
wife gives one privileges, in one's own account!--Yet, methinks, I want
to know more about her; for, is it not strange, that I, who lived
years in the family, should have heard nothing of this? But I was so
constantly with my lady, that I might the less hear of it; f